"What are you smiling about?" Imogen questioned him as she set his plate of food in front of him and she set her own down as well. They didn't have a dinner table considering they had the island in the kitchen and they also spent almost every dinner...
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Instead of going to the sheriff's station like Malia and Isaac asked him to, Peter decided to go to the one place that might help him save his daughter. Once he got to the house he noticed the door was unlocked and walked inside. He followed the heartbeat upstairs. He walked into the room where Omar was laying on the ground asleep with a post it stuck to his forehead.
He rolled his eyes and nudged the hybrid with his foot, startling the young man awake. "Huh?" Omar looked up, rubbing his eyes. "Peter?" He yawned, "What are you doing here?"
"Hoping that you might help me in bringing Imogen back." He muttered and noticed the birth certificate on the floor and picked it up. His eyes scanned the information on the paper and felt a sting in his chest when he saw his name was nowhere on it. His wife had been thorough in making sure his daughter never found out about him.
Omar took the sticky note off his forehead and saw it was a note from Allison. She went to meet up with her friends to help them considering the two of them couldn't remember either Imogen or Stiles no matter how hard they tried. "Well lucky for you... Allison and I thought of something that might be the key in bringing Imogen and Stiles back but considering we don't remember them, it's been kind of difficult."
Peter eyed him, "What do you mean?"
"I think that the more we remember Imogen or Stiles, the more of their things start appearing. Scott has a ring of hers and that-" He pointed to the paper in his hands, "Was here. We think it's because you remember Imogen that it appeared."
He scoffed, "But I don't care about her things, I care about getting her out of that train station and getting her as far away from here as possible."
Omar stood up, "Is that the type of person she is? The type to leave her friends behind while she's safe?" He walked out of the room, needing some coffee.
